Save The Snail – Camille West – letras

It was a quiet cafe in Orleans, Francewhere we held our midnight rendezvous,conspiring pour la resistanceIt seemed like something Woody Allen would do,talking politics, ethics, animal rightsone fateful night long ago.The mood like the food we kept it lighttill someone ordered escargot.How sad for the snails, I cried woefullyshedding tears on my brioche.To have given up their lives needlesslyfor the bourgeoisie, how gaucheTo my friends, I cried You and your dialectic.Save the dolphins.Save the ozone.Save the whale…There is a factory I know where they are farming escargot.We must save our friend the snail.We planned the mission with the utmost precision,spied the factory from across the boulevard.The alarm was taken care of by Pierre the electrician,while I seduced- I mean, subdued- the guard.Need I tell you, our timing was crucialnot to be caught at the scene of the crime.